The momentum of reality moves with or without my approval, countless events colliding, shifting, multiplying, beyond what my mind can track in a single day,
The momentum of reality reminds me that my role is real but tiny, like one thread in a massive weaving that keeps going whether I’m proud or afraid,
The momentum of reality makes me ask why I shoulder the weight of needing control over everything, when something as simple as my heart beats without my command,
The momentum of reality tells me, I can do my part with care and release the illusion that I must hold the whole world in my hands…
Numbers don’t lie when they show me scale, when they put my life in perspective, and when they reveal how small my drama looks under the wide sky,
Numbers don’t lie when they remind me that the earth has been here for ages and will keep going, that my worries are brief weather passing through,
And numbers don’t lie make me ask whether perspective might be the remedy when I grow self-important or turn every problem into a disaster,
But numbers don’t lie tell me, I can shrink my anxiety by widening my view…
Ego softening grows as I accept that my story runs alongside countless others, each struggling, each trying, each carrying their own unseen weight,
Ego softening helps me stop treating every mistake like the end of the world, because the world is much bigger than my worst days,
And ego softening makes me ask whether letting go of being central would allow me to stop performing and speak honestly about my limits,
But ego softening tells me, I’m allowed to be human without amplifying every feeling…
Best effort is the real assignment, not perfection, not control, not even proving anything to the sky, just showing up with your own acceptance to sincerity,
Best effort is showing up in my limited span, caring where I’m present, helping where I’m useful, and trusting the rest to unfold,
And best effort asks me, if I did my best today, why would I punish myself for not being able to do the impossible,
But best effort tells me, what I give, alongside others, is sufficient—and I can finally let it be…
Watchwords:
• Perspective shrinks panic
• I am one thread, not the whole cloth
• My job is effort, not control
• Smallness can soften ego
• I can be enough without being everything
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
